The Black Book - AU - Locked to seaweed_writes

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He was lucky with his expertise he was able to find a job relatively quickly in a field he was familiar with. John looked down at his mobile as the alert came through. Christ. It was going to take him at least twenty minutes, if he was lucky, to get to the scene. But, he packed his things into the case and headed out.

He had been in Afghanistan for five years. First as a medic, then a doctor, and finally a hunter. He still was a doctor, but he had been assigned to an elite unit in the desert. Part of him felt a bit odd about all of it. But he didn't quite mind.

He made sure he had everything before he left.

He heard the annoyed voices, before he saw anyone as he entered the room.

"Oi. Who're you?" A man with two days of stubble and mussed black hair asked.

John paused and looked him over before his eyes landed on the gentleman in the suit with salt and pepper hair. There he was. "DI Lestrade? I'm Doctor John Watson, the new Occult Specialist, I just started last month." He gave him a smile, wanting to be nice, but not too friendly. People got jumpy around the occult. He saw it all the time in Afghanistan, and even here in London.

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John couldn't help but laugh. "Poor Greg." Though he hoped the Detective Inspector didn't die. He liked him.

He took a breath as another contraction hit. They were getting closer together. Fuck. He dropped his head back, taking deep breaths.

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The healer looked up with a smile. "Alright, you are dilated all the way. Now, the contractions are going to be hard and you will feel like you want to push. You can push, I will tell you if you have to stop. This is it, the baby is almost here. It's positioned well in the birth canal, so everything should be in order."

"John.." Sherlock ran his hand through John's hair. "You're doing so well. You're almost there."

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John nodded, taking deep breaths. He could do this. He could. Their child was almost here and it had been longer than anyone else had expected. He squeezed Sherlock's hand as he pushed, stopping when the healer said to.

He dropped back, gasping when the healer said the shoulders were free. He gave another push, squeezing Sherlock's as he did. Their child was here.

Was it a boy or girl?

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Time seemed to slow to a crawl. Sherlock had no idea how long he was in labor. It was push after push after push. Finally the healer told him to push hard, the head was coming out. Sherlock was there, taking John's hand squeezes, almost enough to break a human's hand.

Thankfully he wasn't human.

And then, finally, the head was free, one more push, and the shoulders came through. One more huge push and there was what seemed like an hour of silence.

It was only a couple of seconds.

There was a loud cry. It was their baby, screaming out to the world that it had arrived.

"Congratulations. It's a boy." The healer said, holding the baby up. He grabbed some towels and dried the still wiggling and screaming baby. He tied off and cut the cord, then wrapped up the baby and handed him to John.

"He looks healthy." He said, with a smile.

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John sat up as much as he could and took their son into his arms. He smiled down at the little boy. "Hello you." He said softly. He leaned down to kiss his forehead.

He then looked up at Sherlock, smiling. "What should we name him?"

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Sherlock beamed. The child looked so... normal. There were no horns, no tail, no fangs. Of course that didn't mean that he was a normal human baby. He had 10 fingers and 10 toes.. pink skin, dark hair with a bit of his curl, and blue eyes.

And he was still crying.

And he was beautiful.

'I was thinking about William Hamish." What so you think?

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He paused and looked down at the crying vote in his arms. "William Hamish..." he smiled at Sherlock.

"I like it."

John shifted to get his shirt off so he could feed William. He brought the babe to his breast.

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Sherlock watched as his mate, tired and sweaty and exhausted but happy fed their child. There were no words to describe what he was feeling now- elation, pure joy, but still nervousness and fear, both for the safety of their child, and what world he would grow up in.

The healer helped John deliver the afterbirth while William still drank, then he cleaned John up a bit, and gave them some time to be alone, the three of them.

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John let out a breath and looked at Sherlock once William was done eating. "Look at our son Sherlock. Isn't he perfect?"

He didn't know what the world had in store for their little boy, but he would do anything and everything to keep him safe and protect him.

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When William was done, he yawned, a big full face yawn and flailed his limbs a bit, then promptly fell asleep in John's arms.

Sherlock smiled softly, leaning down and kissing a now sleeping William first, then John. "He is." He said, his voice warm. "You did so well, love. You kept him safe for 8 months and 2 days, and now he is happy and healthy."

He sighed softly. "I don't know how long it will be before he starts showing traits of either being a Demon, or a Vampire. Usually Vampires are turned, not born, so he is quite unusual in that way. But he's unusual in a lot of ways, isn't he?" He chuckled.

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John relaxed into the kiss and smiled. "I love you Sherlock. So much." He said softly. And it was the truth. He did love Sherlock. He had for over a year now.

"My abilities didn't manifest until I was fifteen, sixteen years old. So we may have time."

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"I wasn't turned until I was thirty, so unfortunately, I will be of no help there." He smiled, then a thought came to his mind. "I know that you and Mycroft aren't on the best of terms." They didn't outright hate each other, but John had never really quite forgiving him for trying to use him to get to his mother. "But he is Old Blood, First Blood, and he should know about these things. He has been around much longer than I. We should ask him."

"Ask me what?" Sherlock turned to see a portal, and out of it stepped Mycroft. He didn't have a pendant like Sherlock did to change his look outside the shop. He was powerful enough that he didn't need it, it seemed.

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John took his shirt from Sherlock and puked it on to cover himself. He shifted the sleeping William carefully before just giving up and letting Sherlock take him.

"We were discussing when there is the possibility of William's powers manifesting." He answered, "And how did you get here? Vampires can't open portals to the underworld."

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Mycroft shook his head and chuckled, a dark, mirthless chuckle. "Oh, John." He said, in an almost mock tone. "I have no desire to see your mammary glands. In fact, the idea quite puts me off so your modesty is ill founded."

He took a step closer, then another, and a third, until he was close to Sherlock, and the sleeping child. "He looks a lot like you, child." Mycroft said, using the name that he had called Sherlock quite a lot when he was a young Vampire, still coming in to his own, learning what it was to be a Vampire.

Mycroft turned back to John. "You seem to forget that I have been in touch with your mother quite a bit since you two became.." He waved a hand dismissively ".. Friends. She made a portal for me."

He reached out and touched the baby, tenderly, his face softening for a moment, just a heartbeat, into something almost tender, then he drew his hand back and composed himself into his normal countenance.

"The child is half Vampire, his Sire's Sire is First Blood. Even one generation down, his blood will be strong. I have sired Vampires who have sired their own line, like you, Sherlock. And their offspring needed to drink blood from the moment they were born." He looked at John. "Mother's Milk will sustain him for a while, but I suggest that you drink from Sherlock often, as you did when you were pregnant, every couple of days, so that my progeny will get that which he needs."

"When he grows older and stronger, and no longer needs Mother's Milk, then he will need to feed as Sherlock does. Small animals should sustain him as he grows, but Sherlock will eventually have to teach him to feed from humans."

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John watched Mycroft warily. He didn't trust the vampire. He resisted the urge to bare his teeth when the elder touched his son. It seemed like everyone was forgetting that William also had the blood of a Fallen running through his veins. And some said being a Fallen trumped being a First Blood.

But he just sat there, quiet. But he was far from docile. He had never been docile.

"I will be sure he gets the proper care." John answered with a smile on his face. His eyes were tinged red, the only indicator of his anger.

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Mycroft paid little attention to John's reaction as he looked the child over. He was gentle, William didn't wake or even stir. Sherlock for his part, could see and feel the anger in John, and decided to try to end this .

But Mycroft beat him to it.

"My dear Japhrimel." Mycroft said, turning to John after he responded to him. "I have no doubts that you and Sherlock wants what's best for this child, and will attempt to give it to him."His tone was calm on the surface, but there was an undercurrent of danger. It was obvious that Mycroft did not fear John in the least.

"But he is of my blood as well, the blood of the First Born, and my progeny, and I will continue to ensure that he is safe from improper influences and learns the ways of the Old Ones." He leaned his head in a bow to John, then nodded to Sherlock. "I will be in touch. Give the child proper care." He threw John's words back at him, then he went through the portal, where it closed behind him.

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John snarled as power crackled and popped in the room. "How dare he?" He hissed. John wanted to go home. He wanted everyone to stay away. As much as he loved his mother, he didn't want her interfering or Mycroft either.

"I want to go home." He snapped as he started to get odd the stone. He was done. So very done.

How dare Mycroft. His eyes were fully red now and he... He was going to shift soon.

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William did wake to that.. It was like he could sense the power and anger in the room.. He woke and started to cry. Sherlock gently rocked him and made soft "Shhhh: noises to try to get him to calm down, but it only seemed to rile him up more. Soon he was pink faced and wriggling and wailing.

"John.." Sherlock said, over their crying child. "You just had a baby. You were in labor for hours. He's less than an hour old. I understand that you want to go home, but you need to rest here. You don't have the strength to move quite yet."

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That seemed to snap him out of it. John relaxed, his power fading and his eyes going blue once more.

Panic and worry spread across his face. "William... Is he...?" John didn't know.

Fuck he felt underprepared, but he knew they had done all they could.

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William was still crying but, he had settled a little, it had gone from a wail, to a loud sob, and was starting to fade more into loud hiccoughs.

Sherlock smiled at his lover. "He's fine. Either he's hungry again, which is likely, or somehow he sensed our unease and your anger. That is possible. We don't have any idea on what powers he may or may not have, and when they may manifest. He could be very in tune with us, or you at least, from the very beginning."

He walked over to John and very gently handed the newborn back to him, making sure to cradle his head and support his tiny body. He was healthy, with a health set of lungs to match, but he was smaller than a normal newborn. He hadn't have those extra 5 or 6 weeks to grow bigger.

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John cradled his son close and kissed his forehead, whispering softly to him. Slowly he began to relax, the tension bleeding from him. He laid back against the nest of pillows and looked at his mate.

"He's here and I want to do nothing but protect him from everything that might hurt him."

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Sherlock relaxed more as both John and William did. In the year that they had been together, he had never seen that happen to John, who had been in his human form this whole time during the labor and birth and afterwards. He had no idea what it was, and it was something he wanted to ask about later.

Now was not the time.

"I know." Sherlock said, nodding his head and standing close, protectively, next to his mate and his son.

"I feel exactly the same way. I will move hell and earth to make sure that he is safe, as are you. I will kill, I will maim, I will do what I have to make sure that no harm befalls even one tiny little hair on his head."

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John rubbed his face with his free hand. "Once my mother visits, I'll rest." He promised Sherlock. He knew his mate could care for their son. He had been doing it for the past eight months so far.

He looked down at the newborn in his arms. What he wouldn't do for him. It was just as Sherlock said. Anything.

"How are we managing the paperwork for where we live?" He asked after a moment.

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He nodded. "Is there any way to get in touch with her to let her know that her grandson has been born?" He asked John. "Could the healer perhaps send her a message? "
Sherlock looked a bit confused. "Paperwork? What paperwork are you talking about John?"

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"Birth certificate, things like that. William wasn't born in a human hospital..." John hadn't done much research into everything, which he should have, but didn't.

"He'll need them eventually." John wasn't sure how their son would age. Normally? Slowly? Quick?

He kissed William's head again. "Well if Mum opened the portal for Mycroft, she probably knows and is waiting for him to tell her he's finished the visit. I hope."